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2 mos ago
Current hop skipping with joy at finally gettin real help for my health
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3 mos ago
got a tooth pulled πŸ˜” the suffering never ends
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3 mos ago
another month waitin and in excruciating pain πŸ˜” tired of bein sick and hurting…
4 mos ago
i feel like a chronically ill bed ridden victorian child
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4 mos ago
health beginnin to act up again :[
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Jive | 25

Hi, Im just a lil guy n i like to write n draw :)
i dont post my art anywhere rly though, it just stays in my ipad n sometimes gets shown to friends LOL
i have One major muse of one oc for the past few years that i like to write n most likely will use around to put in situations bc i like to see him suffer and feel things
aside from That i do apologize if my reply timing and writing quality lacks at points, i have a lot of health problems that leaves me really tired with no sleep, constant pain, migraines, and brain fog 😭 i would love to not be so sickly but alas…
extra note i tend to type ooc w shortened words n stuff a lot w typos so im Extra sorry if i dont make sense sometimes, i just wanna b fast πŸ’” but i Promise i write seriously and coherently ic πŸ₯Ί

thank u for readin tho have a nice day :]

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insanely fast reply i got excited i NEED to see what happens πŸ˜‚
Caught in a Snare


The words from Damien’s mouth about death are familiar, it makes Silas freeze up, the cold glass in his hands doesn’t compare to the chill up his spine when the lights flicker around them and the bodies disappear like shadows, the surroundings look different when the lights flash, less modern until it snaps back to the club like a simple trick of the eyes. Less timed strobes to a deep bass and more some sort of approaching disaster that Silas only ever felt when his gaze would swim under too much medication washed with liquor with the prayer never to wake again.

Just like him.

I’m supposed to be dead.
I killed myself.
I’m supposed to be dead

I killed myself, I’m supposed to be dead.

Silas hardly registers the rest, watching Damien unravel beside him just as uncomfortably making his insides roil as the words, such hopelessness, the sheer self hatred that makes his hand lose its hold on his drink on the table.

Hardly the biggest issue though, he only really realizes things are turning with Damien’s meltdown when the roof above feels like it’s getting torn off, pitch black smoke winding into what seems like vines into chains under every flicker of light, the black light blue of the room becoming a dark red that resembles what one would imagine from a nightmare.


’Damien.’

Silas flinches back in his seat when the shadows wrap onto Damien by his legs and then he’s being ripped away from the booth through the pure black ceiling.

Well, that’s unfortunate.

What he doesn’t expect though is Vicis rising from across the table right as the lights cut out entirely around them, leaving Silas in darkness for a single second until he exclaims in surprise when he feels like something catches his shirt and coat hard enough to make it feel like he’s getting dragged off into the ceiling like Damien.

Whatever the hell is happening, wherever he’s being suddenly lifted off to, he chooses to grab onto the thing caught to his clothes, clinging tightly as dark oblivion is all that’s left when the bass of the club becomes a mere fading heartbeat into silence.


━━━━━━ β—ˆ ━━━━━━


@silver21ohh shit dude we in deep now πŸ‘
@Tlazolteotlomgg i forgot abt that, it reminds me of a vid of that exact situation of a teacher saying to his class rhey need to write at Least a paragraph without chatgpt and the amount of groans of complaint were insane. like girl i used to have to write Pages in one hour in highschool years back nd they getta pull This now instead like wtf 😭

i have no idea, man.. competent literacy without ai is dwindlin it looks like and its straight abysmal
Silas’ Catharsis


Silas makes a small hum in agreement to Vicis’ observation however he adds his own two cents in a dismissive sounding tone, β€œI reckon it just sucks in general for everyone no matter yer β€˜rank’ or whatever…”

He also takes note of Damien’s building discomfort and decides on maybe a different question, nonchalantly swirling his ice around in his drink with a small motion of his hand and slight ramble to his wording now that he’s a little less uncomfortable himself, β€œSpeakin’ of that, is there a rankin’ system? I figure as much, can’t be complete chaos β€˜nd shit down there like some people believe. Y’know like organized torture or whatever. That’s a thing, right. Pretty sureβ€” Oh no wait, organized crime, that’s what I mean. Anyway if there’s a rankin’ system it still prolly sucks, hm.”

@silver21the single dot :sobbing: UR GOOD im sorry for the delay i can get out my response tonight 🫑πŸ₯Ή

<Snipped quote by Stanifly>

Oh my gosh... this happened so many times in our field. Recently, there was this one student (from a different university) who contacted our PI and he showed off this one report he wrote... which one our own interns read and found out that this whole paper was basically AI generated (more specifically there was a butt load of hallucinated citations and the real information was interpreted in a way that made no sense given the context). It's soooo bad 😭


also dude wtf.. i forgot ppl are usin ai for academic stuff straight up like its Insane how theyre tryin to get away with it like that 😭

@silver21well now damien will see ❀️ and then silas throws him under the bus to be the coherent one to talk 😭
Silas’ Catharsis


β€˜Subpar conversation’, Silas has to resist rolling his eyes at Vicis’ clear displeasure of his lack of more intelligent speaking. Literally, why does it matter? They can understand each other, is it really that bad? He can never understand these types of people.

He has half a mind to say something distasteful until Vicis hisses, a disturbing sound that echoes in Silas’ ears and makes him tense up again but accompanied with a sudden thrum of pressure in his head akin to a migraine peaking during a wave of pain until it just… Feels like a dull chill that makes him blink hard a few times, a rather satisfying buzz over the initial throbbing headache he had going on.

Whatever that was, he isn’t one to refuse a free painkiller, he feels much better actually. His grip on his glass was tighter than he realized when it happened, so he relaxes his hold with a small exhale.

However, was it Vicis who did that? Surely not. If he was does he thank him? Should he?

Silas decides maybe not, Vicis seems like the kinda guy to mutually dislike doing 'good' for others and have it perceived like he's doing it out of the good of his heart.

Instead, Silas just goes with pretending the moment mostly didn't happen and sips on his glass for a moment. Then he speaks with less of a slur to his voice and glance to Damien casually, "So. Since I'm a 'subpar' conversationalist, y'got anythin' more interestin' to say than me so Vicis doesn't hiss at me again? He said y'were from Hell? Let's talk about that, hm?"

He'd feel bad for putting Damien in the spotlight but also no he doesn't, he does feel the Hell thing is much more interesting than a fuck-up of a human talking about his miserable life currently and he's certain Vicis feels the same.


i have been writin my reply in my doc, i apologize its taken me a min but if its been too long smbody else can post more πŸ₯Ή
@Tlazolteotl personally im jist here for the ride n seein what vicis n damien have goin on 😎
@Stanifly nothin wrong w vicis bein helpful to the pathetic sopping wet cat stranger ❀️ (goodluck w ur classes btw!)
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